A Stronger Enemy

[Mr. Kaar]

For about a week now Leon had discovered an opponent that was stronger than himself, the problem being Leon knew the enemy at this point was hardly even trying in that slight incounter.

So for the past week Leon had intensified his training, increasing his weights and filling his schedual with combat. It had been some time since a true challange had passed through his mind. Yet the weight on his body now... It made every slight movement a battle. Every flinch took every bit of will he had, the whole time he wondered how his body hadn't snapped in half. Not to mention the combat training while wearing these weights. It was like he was trying to kill himself.

But just like the days of his youth, Leon was putting his life on the line once again in every fight. He had already noted the change in his eye color due to over use of his Qi. They where practically white in the iris except for a few dark blue strands still remaining. He didn't make it obviouse that he was pushing himself as hard as he was. The shockwave of effort riddling through his body with every step, yet on the outside it was as if he was simply walking.

Making his way to the track field he would get ready, and set up a few hurdles and poles for strafing, with randomized extensions in the way to duck, avoid, or jump over.

[Jason Harris]

There Jason was, doing what he usually did. That being getting high off of something. He was sitting on the bleachers smoking what appeared to be a cigar. And while it had been at one point, it wasn't now. Split open and filled with something better, Jason was enjoying every puff he was taking.

As he sat there Jason saw someone walk onto the track field. Jason had no idea who this person was. He had never seen him before. It seemed as if the new face didn't notice Jason sitting there. If he did he didn't make it obvious he knew. He just went on about his business setting up some kinda obstacle course. It wasn't like a normal track course at all, but it seemed as if the person making knew what he was doing.

Jason interest was peeked. He would sit there puffing on his 'cigar' while he watch the boy set up his insane obstacle course. After he was done with the set up Jason would yell down to the feild.

"What the heck kinda event are you training for? I've never seen a track and field event like that."

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon finished his set up, but once he heard the voice he looked to the bleachers. Seemed someone had been sitting there watching. This set up was indeed different than others. Leons weakness many years ago was fighting a single enemy... Now his specialty was fighting enemies in the hundreds.

"Thats because this is no such event... This is training to take on enemies in the hundreds."

Leons single most greatest achievement was defeating an entire gang of 200 people by himself. Since then he has used that experience in training, to defeat many more than before. Leons eyes when he spoke his words where wide, and focused, his smile just was wide, his teeth all visible fromt he meer rush of his own imagination, remembering the event. The thought crossed his mind though as he looked to his small test.

"Care to try it?"

[Jason Harris]

An invitation was extended to Jason to try whatever it was that the boy had set up. Coming down from the bleachers Jason eyesight never went off of the course that was set up as walked over to the boy. He's answer wasn't given yet as he was still deciding in his head what it was.

Bringing the 'cigar' up to his mouth he took a long hit. Bringing it away from his mouth Jason held the smoke in looking at the boy. Thats when he notice the boy's almost white eyes. It wasn't too often you saw something like that. Although it was odd odder had already happened since he'd been here so he would say anything about them.

He had made the boy wait for an answer long enough after all it was a simple question with a yes or no answer. Speaking in a low voice as to keep most of the smoke in his mouth and lungs Jason finally answered the question.

"I guess. But I don't even know where the hell to begin."

A little smoke had Jason mouth as he spoke so after he was done he would exhale and wait for a explanation how exactly this was suppose to work.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon walked over to the beginning of the track 10 feet from the first hurdle.

"This is where you start. Run full speed saying in the lane, avoid what you can, but remember, an attack comes from anywhere."

Leon smiled, if you go straight jumping hurdles, and if you where unable to dodge one of the stiff poles jutting out from the wooden you either took the hit, or blocked it, in which would spin and another attack would come from behind.

"But you have to stay moving as fast as you can go."

((OoC: I'll leave it up to you.))

[Jason Harris]

"... simple enough."

Run straight, jump over the hurdles, and don't get hit. It couldn't get much more basic than that. Bending down Jason shoved his 'cigar' into the ground a few times. Not enough to break it, just enough for the cherry to be put out so it wouldn't keep burning. Walking over the the start point Jason tossed what was left of his cigar, about half of it, to the boy.

"Hold that for me would ya?"

Taking his place at the start Jason prepared himself. He didn't know what to expect once he got running. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled in an attempt to help him focus more. After standing there for a couple seconds more he took off.

Sprinting down the lane as fast as he could Jason approached the first hurdle. He jumped over it with ease, but as he cleared it a pole shot out in front of him. It was too late he was already airborne and had to take the hit.

Quickly Jason moved his forearms in front of his face so they could take the impact. As he fell Jason grabbed the pole and used it to fling himself back up and keep going.

He managed to stay on his feet, but it was hard to gain your balance back and keep moving and as he was in the middle of it another pole shot out.

This pole was meant to trip runner up. Quickly Jason jumped bringing both his legs up as high as he could to avoid it, which he did. Landing on the ground Jason keep going. He had his balance back and was looking good.

As he approached the second hurdle Jason jumped over it. Only this time a pole shot out directly over the hurdle. There was nothing Jason could do now he was going to get hit.

The pole hit Jason in the stomach. A grunt was heard form him as he fell over onto the pole. It was like he was folded in half over it. Rolling off of it Jason hit the ground with a thud. Jason just laid there only one thing escaping his mouth.

"Ow..."

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon caught and held the cigar for the boy as he set up to make the first run. He was doing good, the pace was good, his ability to regain himself, his eyes where alittle slow, and he could use some help with it. So Leon descided to be a nice guy for once as he walked over.

"That wasn't bad. Would you like some advice?"

Leon had hundreds of fights, against multiple people, against unimaginable odds. He could help this person with just alittle advice. Though he was pretty good to start with, made Leon wonder how powerful this guy could become one day... But that would be for later... Maybe.

Leon would cross his feet and lower himself into a criss cross form as he sat down. He would hold out the cigar and offer his own light.

[Jason Harris]

Sitting up Jason took his cigar as well as the offered lighter. Sparking the lighter he would put it to the cigar in a inhale. A couple of quick puffs to get it going then he'd put the lighter out and hand it back to the boy. Jason would take a long inhale before answering.

"Let me guess. Don't jump into the pole?"

Jason was open to getting advice, but he seemed to think the problem and the solution was pretty clear. Don't get hit and you wont get hurt. Still though, it was a bit harder than it sounded.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would put his lighter back in his coat, then blink a few times before laughing at the guys comment... Seemed he had a sense of humor, dont see alot of that these days. In fact, Leon was pretty sure just because of that he wouldn't trounce him today.

"In an insanely simpler explanation, yes... And no."

Leon would smile and think.

"Your movement is fine, but you wherent thinking ahead of the game. You where only focused on what was coming at that moment, and when it did you had very little time to react. You also wherent treating the track like a fight... Each of these poles is an enemy. If you have to, take them down first."

Leon looked up a bit, seeing the sky. He knew it was hard to predict more than a move or two ahead of whats going on in a hectic battle, but to practice it would be much easier, no?

[Jason Harris]

"How am I going to predict someone's moves? I not a physic. I mean I can guess, but you'll never know for sure until you see at least the start of their move."

A fight wasn't predicting moves. It was about figuring out what someone is trying to do and reacting before they get the chance to do it. This boy had seemed to confuse the two.

"Why don't you show me what I should have done then?"

After all words can only do so much. It was a lot easier to learn my both doing and watching. Seeing as how Jason had already try and failed. He was ready to watch.

[Mr. Kaar]

"Depends... I guess tellin you wont do any good... I like students that learn from seeing."

Truth be told he had a pupil who literally learned to fight while fighting Leon. He found it impressive, and beyond all his expectations...

Anyways what Leon meant was one who can use their head, obviousely not the one high on drugs, could tell what kind of a fighter the opponent was after the first few attacks. Leon himself learned that this boy and the poles had something in common. One motion, one outcome. The boys own answer was his downfall, and probably just came from lack of experience.

The poles where linear. They could only make one motion, and even then they where quick and could spin, but they where still stuck in position and for the pole to strike it and ourself had to move towards each other. The poles reach wasn't that far about the average boxer's reach. Leon's eyes could almost literally see the small kill zone each pole had.

He moved to the starting line and smiled. He began his run, constent pace, at full speed. Now the weight would probably be obviouse as he got airborn for the first jump, raising his hands with an open hand style he would catche the strike of the pole and use its twisting motion to his advantage and twist it and using its steady position to redirect and move himself in mid air.

The second hurdle the pole striked, and Leon lowered his head just enough to get under it, while his left fist came in and struck right through the pole, ripping through and taking half of it with him as he kept at full speed. The track turf seemed to depress with every landing. This continued until it was over, dodging and destroying. Once he finished he would walk back over.

"When your opponenet is linear, you can tell what they will do. Every fighter focuses on something differemt. find it, and adapt to it, force them to change from what they are used to and follow your music. Dont be trapt by the beat they throw."

[Jason Harris]

"Isn't that a bit unfair."

Jason got what the person was saying and demonstrated. But he picked a bad way to show it. After all he was the one the built he course. He knew what was going to happen and where. Still though he was right. If you make your opponent fight your fight instead of theirs you'll win.

"I get what you're preaching, but you already knew that course. Where and when it was gonna attack you. You telling me you can do that for everybody?"

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon tilted his head, the kid had a point about building the course you train on. It was the only way he could practice without hospitalizing half of the school. Though it wouldn't bother him to do so, he may lose his job. And Eury was mad at him half the time as it was. But when the kid asked him about if he could do that to everybody he smiled.

"If I could I wouldn't need to practice now would I?"

It was the truth. Leon could predict alot of fighters since they tended to specialize in a single field of combat, speed, strength, endurance. Kicks, punches. Quick strikes, grapples, throws. It was the truth about most fighters, but... There was a good amount of them who could throw curve balls. They wouldnt even hint at it, and it would hit you where it hurt.

"Though you have a point, though I would really not want to have to hospitalize as many people as I would need, to even consider it training."

[Jason Harris]

Jason couldn't help but wonder why the person was training. If he could really hospitalize that many people so easily then why was he still training? Did he want to be able to fight the whole world at once? It didn't matter though.

"Five bucks..."

Pausing Jason would take a puff on his cigar before continuing.

"... five bucks says I can kick your ass."

Although the idea of being able to do that seemed crazy to even Jason he wasn't joking. What could he say, he was curious to see how he'd do. If this person was really that strong what was this challenge to him? It'd be nothing so why not take him up on it.

[Mr. Kaar]

"Mmm?"

Leon raised a brow. Was thig guy serious? He looked serious... He must not of heard anything about him before. This was good, of course Leon knew very little about this uy too... A mutual disadvantage. Leon smiled thinking about the battle that would come soon.

"Sounds like fun. First hits free though."

Leon said as he stood straight and waited. He'd give the guy first hit. He liked measuring people, he did it for almost everyone unless he felt like destroying them, and well... Leon already descided not to do it to this guy, so he figured why not, right? Leon used to do this for lots of people when he was younger. It helped him in some ways. He wasnt much of a people person and he understood fighting more than anything else.